I recently drank the Inspiration 2010 Syrah, Dry Creek Valley, and by recently drank, I mean over the last three days. It was kind of a wild ride. First off, with a name like Inspiration I felt that maybe I should list all the things this wine inspired me to do. Here’s that list:
1)Look at the bottle. I don’t usually pay much attention to the bottle. I’m more interested in what is IN the bottle than on it, and there’s a lot going on in this bottle of wine. There is also a lot going on, ON this bottle of wine. It has a QR code. I’ve not seen that before. Usually, when I open a bottle of wine it’s more like: “maintain Bowtie, cut the foil, get the cork out quickly but don’t spill any. The DT’s are coming and sweet molasses marinated muskrat nobody wants that again.” *pop* “SWEET MERCIFUL MANATEE, BEGONE DEMONS!” followed by weeping. So to actually look at the bottle was kind of a new thing for me.
2)Exercise. Then I remembered what happened the last time I attempted to exercise while drinking. We won’t go into details, but there may have been an exorcism (which is similar to exercise, but varies in a few keys ways).
3)Paint happy little trees, which turned out to be more like the haunted forest of doom. My neighbor is gonna be PISSED when he wakes up and realizes I used his car as a canvas.
4)Reflect on why maybe I shouldn’t drink. This didn’t last long.
5)Craft a detailed strategy for the extermination of every garden gnome in my neighborhood. I distrust garden gnomes, they creep me out. When I was a kid we would refer to any house that had more than one lawn ornament as a “Jehovah house.” In retrospect, Jehovah Witnesses are probably the least likely to have Lawn Ornaments. In further retrospect, I was a stupid kid.
So, enough about me. No no, don’t be sad. I’m always around and fairly approachable. Wait, what? Why can’t you quit me? Because I’m chock full of awesome that’s why. Also, please don’t quote Brokeback Mountain. It makes me sad to reminisce on Heath. Odd quirk, Heath was in Brokeback with Jake Gyllenhal and then in Batman with Maggie Gyllenhaal (who absolutely RUINED that movie). Then, to tie it full circle, Bane broke Batman’s back in the last Batman movie. What does that have to do with Kevin Bacon? Not a damn thing, but if you didn’t watch The Following, you missed out; it was a pretty good show. Which led me to ponder, why is it that Fox the TV channel has some of the craziest, darkest, least PC shows on air, yet FoxNews is FoxNews? It’s like the Fox Entertainment empire is schizophrenic, or maybe it’s a strategy, maybe they’re crazy as a..... nah. You should have also watched Vikings on History Channel. a house landed on all of you who missed out. Was I doing something? I don’t remember? Oh right, wine.
Tasting notes for the 2010 Syrah, Dry Creek Valley
Okay, so this wine basically has three stages, kind of like life, so we’ll discuss them as such.
Day One) Infancy: Upon initial PnP (dynamite), the nose is closed, you can smell the 15.6% alcohol content but it blows off after a minute. The nose smells of.....Honey? Maple Syrup? What the hell is going on here? This is a Syrah damnit, there should be no Honey or Maple Syrup on the nose, yet there it is. I should look up the blend here and see if they blended a little Viognier in it (Tin Man’s note: they did!). Lovely nose, but unless you’re Cyrano De Bergerac that’s only half the tale. On the palate, you can get some hints of blackberry, lots of pepper on the finish and not a lot else. Conclusion: this wine is still learning to crawl.
Day Two) Midlife Crisis: This has turned into a Hot Mess. And by hot I mean about the only thing I’m getting is heat. This wine just went out, bought a sports car, a motorcycle, a 23 year old Swedish Hooker, quit its job and opened a restaurant. Discombobulated is the most fun word in the entire English language to say, and it’s fitting here. It’s just a trainwreck at this point. Conclusion: This wine just wrapped its new sports car around a pole.
Day Three) Retirement: Finally! this wine has calmed down, opened up and is ready to enjoy life. All that hard work has paid off and so has this wine. The honey is back on the nose, it’s very pleasing. On the palate blackberries are fairly exploding on my tongue, nice black pepper bite on the finish, tannic jab in the face, everything I love from a Syrah. This is a high quality Syrah with a lot of aging potential. The fact that it took THREE DAYS to come around should tell you something. Most wines are flabby and done by day three, this one is great and maybe would have made a day four, but it never stood a chance. My first sip (tiny pour, always tiny pours at first to judge if it’s ready) told me everything I needed to know, and what it told me was. You’re gonna kill off the last ¾ of this bottle in the next hour.
Conclusion: A wild ride of a Syrah. A 2010 powerhouse that I wouldn’t even DREAM of opening until 2015 at the earliest. If you have a Vinturi, a Soiree, or lots of time to decant, you can probably drink now, but I’m telling you, it isn’t ready for you yet. Actually, you’re not ready for it yet. If you have the space and patience you should buy this without a doubt. It was the best wine I drank in the month of April and possibly of 2013. I just had to wait for it to be ready. But when it was ready man could she get down. I hate points and scales but if someone else who liked them wanted a number I’d say: get your own damn bottle and give it a number you lazy bastard, I can’t do everything for you!
Seriously, this wine is way too young, but is outstanding once it comes together. I’d happily pay between $40-$50 for it (you know, if I had the kind of disposable income where spending $40-$50 on a bottle of wine wasn’t a big deal). At this price you should be clicking the button, which will likely bounce, or glow, or whatever the hell it does now. Hey if nothing else, multiple bottles of wine will make your cart heavier and hurt more when you use it to accidently smash into the Achilles tendon of the douchebunny in front of you waiting to checkout.
"The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it."
– George Bernard Shaw, author (1856-1950)